I’m trans and he made me melt with just the tip

The hotel room smelled of clean sheets and a cheap cologne that wasn’t mine. I’d arranged to meet him through an app that very afternoon, without thinking too much, my head clouded by days of building heat. His name was Damián, or at least that’s what his profile said, and the only thing that really mattered was the bulge that showed in his pants when he opened the door.

My name is Camila. Since I walked in, we’d barely said three words. He looked me up and down, my tits pressed against a blouse that left little to the imagination, my long legs, and that thing I have between them that scares some men and drives others, like him, wild as animals.

—Turn around —he told me, and his voice went down my spine like ice.

I’d come looking for exactly that. I didn’t want conversation, or drinks, or for him to ask me how my week had been. I wanted someone to treat me the way I’d been imagining for days in my bed at home, alone, with my hand between my legs and my face buried in the pillow. I wanted to give in. And he, with those four words, already understood everything.

I didn’t argue. I slipped off my blouse, pulled down my skirt, and climbed onto the bed without needing to be asked twice.

I ended up on all fours on the mattress, my ass pushed high, my knees already shaking before anything even happened. My tits hung heavy downward and my cock, half hard, swayed between my legs like a hot pendulum. Sweat started running down my back, straight down between my spread cheeks.

I heard him undress slowly, without rushing, enjoying making me wait. Every second made me worse. I moved my hips on my own, in the air, looking for something that still wasn’t there.

—Are you that desperate? —he laughed, and I felt the mattress dip behind me.

—Give it to me —I begged him, my voice broken, almost crying—. Put it all in already. I want it deep, look how I’m trembling, look how I’m begging you to break me.

My fingers dug into the sheets. My ass moved on its own, pushing back into nothing, searching for that cock that still hadn’t come. The moans came out of me without permission, sharp and broken.

Please, please, please.

Then I felt it. The hot tip brushed my puckered entrance. Just the head. Thick, slick with spit and his own fluid, pressing lightly against the tight ring.

And I exploded.

—Nnngh…! —the sound came out of me guttural, animal, as my eyes rolled back instantly. My tongue fell out of my mouth, long and dripping, hanging there as if I no longer had control over my own face—. Just the little tip and I’m already dying…

The glans pushed another centimeter in, opening me slowly, burning me from the inside. I felt every thick vein rubbing against my walls, the heat of his cock throbbing against that spot that drives me crazy, pounding it like a slow hammer. My own cock jolted violently and started drooling, spilling strings onto the mattress without anyone touching it.

—Ah… ah… ah… —I panted nonstop, saliva running down my chin, dripping onto my hanging tits—. Just the head and I’m already finishing. Look how my legs are shaking.

Damián didn’t move. He stayed there, sunk in just a little, enjoying the spectacle of seeing me fall apart with almost nothing. That destroyed me even more. That he knew the power he had. That he could have me broken with just the beginning.

My ass sucked on its own, squeezing and releasing around that thick tip, as if it had a life of its own. Every tiny movement from him made my insides contract with a wet, obscene sound that filled the room along with my moans.

—More… a little more… don’t stop… —I begged him through drool and tears of pure pleasure—. Even if it’s just two centimeters. You’re destroying my brain. My dick is throbbing on its own. I’m going to cum without even touching myself.

—Without touching yourself? —he murmured, leaning over my back, his mouth close to my ear—. I want to see it.

And he pushed another millimeter. Barely. And that was when I lost control completely.

***

My whole body shook as if I’d been shocked with electricity. My hips moved backward on their own, swallowing another centimeter deeper, my ass opening with a wet sound that made me scream like a bitch in heat. It wasn’t even my decision. My body did it for me, hungry, out of control.

—Aaah…! Mmmgh…! I’m cumming… I’m cumming…

My cock let out the first thick spurt without warning, splashing hard against my own belly and the sheets, while the orgasm climbed my spine like lava. My eyes completely rolled back, my mouth wide open, my tongue writhing outside, drool falling in strings, my cheeks burning and tears streaming down my face from so much pleasure.

And I’d barely taken the tip and a little more. Not even half of it. I came all over with just the head of his cock and the promise of everything still to come.

Damián growled something, surprised, and dug his fingers into my hips. I was still trembling, still in the middle of the orgasm, my ass clenching in spasms around him, milking that tip as if I wanted to drag him all the way inside.

—More… —I whispered, my voice ruined, still shaking, still cumming—. Put it all in. I want you to wreck me until I can’t walk tomorrow. Please.

—Are you sure? —he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice—. If you melt with the tip, you won’t survive the rest.

—I don’t want to survive —I told him, pushing back, offering myself—. I want you to use me.

Then he did. He pushed. Slowly at first, gaining ground centimeter by centimeter, opening me little by little while I moaned breathlessly with each one. I could feel him filling me, how every part of me stretched to take him, how what had been just the head now became a complete invasion that stole even my thoughts.

—Like this… like this… —I babbled, my face against the mattress, my ass lifted as high as it could go—. Don’t stop, don’t stop.

For a moment I thought he wasn’t going to fit all the way, that it was too much, that my body couldn’t take that much. But he was patient, and I was hungry. Every time he gave a little more, I let out a new moan, deeper, more surrendered, until I stopped fighting it completely and simply opened myself for him.

When he was finally all the way inside, his hips pressed against my cheeks, I stayed still for an instant, feeling him throb in my deepest core. I was full. So full I didn’t know where he ended and I began. And my cock, which had just finished unloading, was already hardening again, hungry once more, dripping all over again.

—Look what you’re doing to me —I panted—. I just came and I’m hard again already.

—Because you’re a slut —he said, and the word hit me right in the lower belly—. My slut.

He started moving. He pulled almost all the way out and drove back in with a hard thrust that shook my whole body and tore a cry from me with every shove. The bed creaked. My tits swung with each stroke. The sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass filled the room, wet and obscene, mixed with my broken moans.

—Yeah… yeah… harder… —I begged shamelessly—. Break me, break me good.

He grabbed my hair and yanked me back, arching my spine, forcing my face up off the mattress. With his other hand he held my hip to drive in deeper. I wasn’t a person anymore. I was a hungry hole given over to a stranger in some random hotel, and I had never in my life felt so good.

—I’m going to fill you —he growled, speeding up, his thrusts growing more brutal—. I’m going to leave your ass dripping.

—Yes —I whimpered—. Fill me up. I want to feel it inside. Please.

I felt him getting harder inside me, his body tensing, the rhythm turning erratic. And me, again, without anyone touching me, I felt the second one coming on top of me. My cock throbbed, trapped between my belly and the sheet, ready to explode again just from him splitting me in two.

—I’m cumming again —I warned him, my voice cracking—. I’m cumming with you inside me.

—Together —he ordered, and drove into me to the hilt one last time.

I felt him explode inside me, hot stream after hot stream filling me exactly where I needed it, and that was what dragged me over the edge. I came a second time, screaming into the pillow, my whole body convulsing, my ass milking him in spasms while my own cock spilled the little it had left over the already ruined sheets.

***

We stayed still for a long while, him still inside, both of us breathing like we’d run miles. I could feel every throb of his cock still swollen inside me, and my whole body was still vibrating with echoes of the orgasm.

When he finally came out, slowly, I moaned at the feeling of emptiness. I let myself fall onto my side on the mattress, wrecked, sweaty, with legs that wouldn’t answer me, exactly as I’d asked.

Damián flopped down beside me and looked at me with a half smile, still breathless.

—I told you —he murmured—. You weren’t going to survive.

I laughed, hoarse, still trembling. I didn’t answer him. I just closed my eyes and let myself be carried by that sweet, heavy exhaustion, knowing that as soon as I caught my breath I was going to ask for more. Because the truth was simple, and we both knew it: he had broken me with just the beginning, and I didn’t want him to stop ever.